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Slipping Into Shadow By Lyrissa "What are your secrets, miserable thing?" Akarima mumbled to herself as her fingers traced along the open seam of the skin splayed out on the workbench in front of her. The mistress of disguise and disguises had worked through the night, her mind focused on one thing alone: To discover who was creating copies of her skinsuits. Not even the noisy sound of the two guests in the next room having sex repeatedly could sway Akarima from her task, even if she did think it was very flattering of them to like her disguises that much. The reason for the mage's zealous attitude was not really one of morality, although she also despised the demon-summoning and murder that had been performed using this copied skinsuit. There were terrible deeds done in the world every hour, and if Akarima tried to get involved in all of them she would soon falter and be destroyed. The question at hand was that someone out there was making copies of Akarima's own disguises without her knowledge or consent, and using them for horrible deeds. This was a personal insult, and a direct threat to herself. It would be an easy deduction for somebody who found one of these copies being used in some horrible conspiracy and make the connection to Akarima's disguise business, at which point she would be hard pressed to give a solid defence without revealing her innermost secrets. In such a case, Akarima would probably have to abandon the material plane, which would sadden her greatly as she liked the business here, and liked the customers. She let her finely manicured nail trace the seam on the open suit's back. It was a copy of Mayolin Freyghm, the renegade drow priestess who had been making such noisy love in the next room through the afternoon and evening. The suit itself was shoddy compared to Akarima's own craftsmanship, but it was fully functional and capable of fooling all but the most experienced. The fact was that the suit wasn't even a perfect copy of Mayolin's busty drow form. It lacked details here and there, a tattoo missing, the nose a slightly wrong shape, the hair just a tiny bit too grey, but overall it was a decent attempt. Most likely whoever made it had fashioned it from pictures of Mayolin, pictures which did not contain every detail of her nude body. The question then was who made it, and how many else like it there were. Akarima jotted down one final note in the thick leather-bound notebook she had been recording the results of her examination in, then knitted her brow in concentration. Having learned all there was to know from the intact suit, the only thing left now was to break it down into components and study those. Akarima spoke the arcane words used to render such an object down into components, and was relieved to find the copy was much easier to disassemble than one of her own disguises. The empty Mayolin skin on the bench melted and bubbled, simmering into a thick, viscous lightly flesh-coloured fluid. Akarima grabbed a glass beaker and began scraping the substance up into the container. Suddenly a thought struck the lady mage. If someone was dealing in these things and was not just making them for himself or herself and their friends, then there was a high possibility they would be part of or work through a network of some kind. And the only network large enough were the Shadowwalkers, the secretive organization of rogues, thieves, sorcerers and other outlaws that Akarima had had brief dealings with before. Even if the creator of the skinsuits was not working with the Shadowwalkers there was a good chance they knew about him anyway, because if the events in Rosedale were any indicator the unknown person behind this was a subversive, intent on creating chaos. Akarima tapped her chin in thought as she sealed the beaker that was now filled with the bubbling alchemical substance of the skinsuit. She didn't like the Shadowwalkers much, but they were at heart concerned with business, just like her. Maybe this was a good time to offer a deal? *** Mayolin woke up slowly and pleasantly, stretching her shapely black- skinned form like a great cat in the morning sunlight. Odd how much her kind feared and loathed the sunlight when it was so pleasant once you got used to it. Rolling over on her belly she stretched some more, still feeling the soft warm fuzz of yesterday's long intimate session with Jonahl. The human ranger had left late in the evening, saying that after his long detour it was high time he return to his own business guarding the wild lands to the northeast. Mayolin was a bit sad to see him go, wanting to play more with the human lad but they had promised to meet again, and he had said his farewells. Mayolin giggled remembering that she had first encountered Jonahl disguised in a skinsuit of May's good friend Ciel, and then found out the human had worn a disguise of the drow priestess herself also. He seemed to like it more than expected, Mayolin mused as she yawned. "Oh, the other one left. Well, you will have to do, then. Lady Freyghm, I need your help" said a female voice from behind Mayolin. Turning her head she saw Akarima, the mage who created the magical disguises. The woman was tall and willowy, with a mass of very long brown hair reaching down to her waist and very piercing intense dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a simple, form-hugging green dress today, which surprised Mayolin somewhat. Akarima always seemed to go for the extravagant. Then the drow's eyes fell on three flesh-coloured empty forms slung over Akarima's right arm. The priestess quirked an eyebrow. "What's the matter, lady Akarima? Don't tell me you got jealous of me and Jonahl and now you want to play with me as well?" she said with a smirk on her lips. "I wish it was just that," Akarima said seriously, "but you know I'm concerned over this skinsuit duplication business. I'm going out west to see the Shadowwalkers and try to find out if they know anything about this, and I could use some help. I don't think it's anything I can't handle, but having someone to watch your back is always welcome. You don't have to come, of course." Mayolin grinned, considering the delightful possibilities. "Oh, and I see you're planning to travel incognito too. You wouldn't happen to have prepared a disguise for me as well?" "I did, in fact," Akarima replied, "and one for Jonahl as well." "Really?" Mayolin said with mounting interest. Akarima extended her arm to unveil the three empty suits she was carrying fully. One was a taller human woman with fiery red hair and a buxom build, whereas the other two were smaller and more slender with lighter strawberry blonde hair. Mayolin thought there was a distinct family resemblance in the shape the empty faces had, and suddenly she felt herself become a bit aroused. The thought of herself and Jonahl exploring each other's bodies while dressed up as relatives - perhaps a pair of sisters - made the drow feel her nipples stiffen. She was broken out of her fantasy by a polite cough from Akarima. "So, can I count on your assistance, Mayolin?" she asked. "Oh, absolutely," May replied, "I wouldn't miss this for the world." *** Mayolin shook the suit out and studied it a bit closer. Akarima was off preparing for their journey by arranging a coach trip for their cover identities. May was already naked, her own clothes and equipment stored safely inside a magically locked coffer which Akarima insisted would be absolutely safe inside the store until they returned. May honestly didn't care that much, since she had always valued adventure over worldly possessions. The skin in her hand was tantalizing to her as if it was beckoning her to put it on. It was much smaller than she was, representing a young human woman just out of adolescence. Her empty limbs were lithe and smooth-skinned: Mayolin couldn't hold it off any longer. She needed to slip the girl on. She stuck her leg into the empty one of the suit, pulling the pale skin up over her own black one, then repeated the process with the other leg. Wiggling her toes to align them she was amused to see the toes of the pale feet below her respond perfectly. Mayolin then pulled the thighs of the suit up over hers, finding the slight pressure as her bountiful form was compacted into a smaller one very pleasant. She tugged the groin and hips up, tickling the carefully groomed tight slit of the suit as it covered Mayolin's own sex. The buttocks of the suit were firm and shapely and May felt an even more urgent desire to put the rest on. She slipped the empty arms of the suit on like gloves, wiggling her fingers into position and examining her disguised hands. Then she grabbed the suit with her new, pale hands and tugged it up. The compression was even more intense as Mayolin's waist was squeezed into that of the suit and then she pulled the small cups of the empty breasts of the suit over her own large bosom. It was a strain to pull the suit together, but soon she was cupping the much smaller but perky breasts of the pale girl and felt the pleasure tickle through her as she played with the sensitive nipples. Mayolin had to resist slipping one slender hand into her crotch as well and masturbate right there and instead took the floppy mask hanging between her breasts and hefting it up. She brushed she light carrot-coloured hair out behind her and then pulled her exotic face deep into the mask, grunting as she aligned the eyes, nose and lips. It was like wearing a hood, and May hurried to pull the edges of the suit together behind her. Her hands fumbled for the seal and pulled it up the seam on her back almost reverently. As the seam shut at the nape of Mayolin's disguised neck the feeling of discomfort vanished, replaced by the pleasant ecstasy of the suit melding with her skin and reshaping her fully into her new role. She stepped over to the mirror and found a cute and sexy young human woman of around 20 summers looking back at her through sea green eyes, a cute smile on her naturally red lips. The girl spun around to study her back and was delighted no sign of the seam could be found. Turning back she posed in a few different ways and tried different expressions to get familiar with her new body language. Happy, angry, flirty, fascinated, they all made the girl look very cute. Finding it increasingly hard to keep her hands off her new form, the disguised Mayolin walked over to the bed where she had laid out her new clothes and began getting dressed. A few moments later the young redhead was dressed in a tight-fitting top that left a small amount of cleavage visible, matching shorts, boots and fingerless gloves. She'd put her hair up in a ponytail with a simple clasp and outfitted herself with a belt of holding various thief's tools as well as a number of dagger sheaths. With the traveller's cloak which still lay on the bed she would appear to be simply a merchant's daughter or attractive farmer lass with no sign of her rogue tools and weapons. She posed and blew a kiss to the mirror, just before there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Mayolin said in the girl's high-pitched voice. A taller woman entered, dressed in a daring entertainer's outfit comprised of a red blouse and leggings with a matching dull red cape. She wore jewellery to accent her curves and carried a long thin-bladed sword at her side. A golden lyre was slung across her back. The woman looked a lot like Mayolin's disguise, except a bit older and with darker red hair which she wore much shorter. She had some makeup on, but only to tastefully enhance her appearance. "Juna? The coach will be leaving in an hour. We best get ready so we're not late," the woman said with a pleasant smile on her lips. "Of course mom, we wouldn't want to miss our big trip" 'Juna' said, winking. *** "You will be staying here until the mistress decides to see you" the gruff black-cloaked man said. He gave a rough, shallow bow and then closed the door behind him, leaving Juna and Anil alone in the guest quarters. The mother and daughter pair looked at each other knowingly, then quickly began a search of the room. Anil cast a few quiet spells to ferret out any form of magical spying equipment while her daughter went about looking for hidden spy-holes or similar. Finding nothing, the two soon reconvened on the large bed in the centre of the room, and the older woman cast a small sphere of silence around them, blocking anything spoken within from behind overheard outside of it. "So we're in," Anil said, hushed. "Seems so. Do you think they believed our story about wanting to join the Shadowwalkers and bringing plenty of information as a gift?" Juna asked quietly. "Perhaps, perhaps not. It doesn't matter. We only needed to get trusted enough to get inside," Anil said with a grin. "As much as they are wary of strangers, they never pass up a chance to strike at the Magelords, and a charismatic bard and sorceress and her rogue daughter showing up with a treasure trove of magelord secrets was too tasty bait to pass up." Juna nodded, gently massaging her shoulder. The trip west had been very uneventful and actually quite dull, and she had only found comfort in playing out the role of young, enthusiastic human girl. While her 'mother' had been off negotiating with Shadowwalker contacts about meeting their leader, Juna had entertained herself by mixing with the seedy underbelly of the city, enjoying the game of being on the other side of the law for once. She thought she could even become a good rogue if she kept practicing, and quietly considered the shock her friends would get if she suddenly declared she was abandoning her priestess role to become a cat burglar. She giggled a little. "Hmm?" her mother said with a confused look. "Oh, sorry. Nothing. So what do we do now, wait for that audience, or..." Juna asked. "No. We can't afford that. When I was fishing for information I heard a rumour that someone was selling genuine Akarima disguises to anybody willing to pay an exorbitant price. If that's true then whoever is behind it is active right in this city, and I bet the Shadowwalkers know them." "What if they are behind it, then?" Juna asked. "Then we may be in very serious danger." "If it comes to that, we remove our disguises at the most opportune moment and lay them to waste with our true powers and escape to make a new plan. They still believe we're just a bard and her daughter, not two very powerful spellcasters. I hate to resort to that kind of violence, however." "Right. So we should seek out the Shadowwalker's master and talk to them now to find out what they know." Anil nodded and fished out a pair of small vials from her pack. Removing the stoppers she handed one to her daughter. "Gaseous form potions. This place is insufficiently magically protected, we should be able to search out the leader quickly." Juna quirked an eyebrow. "And then?" "And then we negotiate," Anil said, quaffing the potion. *** Nadirah ran her hands over the smooth blue object in her hands, feeling a rush of excitement run through her body. She was a beautiful woman of average build with raven hair and beautiful dark eyes which glimmered with intelligence and she was dressed in one of her usual finely-woven black gowns. The garment was decorated with golden stitching and a decorative golden tiara held her mane of hair back. As the public face of the Shadowwalkers (such as the organization had one), she always appeared spotless and beautiful, her behaviour regal and elegant. But she also led a double life. She had long ago desired a more direct control over her secretive organization, and longed for the thrill of field work. She had used magical tricks to change her shape into her alter ego for years now, and most people both in the Shadowwalkers and others thought the two were different people. But now she had a much better way to become Nyx, her other self. Quickly, Nadirah began undressing, showing an unusual neglect for appearing proper and refined. She tossed her jewellery and clothes into a messy pile on the bed, then padded over to make sure the only door into the room was firmly secured both magically and with a huge and heavy lock. Nadirah rushed back to the blue object and picked it back up again. She turned it over and over in her hands, licking her lips at the thought of such an easy, fool proof disguise. Hungrily she began donning the skinsuit, slipping into the slightly moist and clingy disguise. Nadirah's smooth and slender limbs vanished into thicker, more muscular ones with slick blue skin. She pulled the wider hips of the suit up over hers and cooed as she used three fingers to align the hairless, muscular vagina of the disguise over her own. She continued with the thicker (but still shapely) torso of the suit and cupped the larger breasts in her hands before pulling the hood up. The blue mask with its neck-length darker blue hair was soon swallowing Nadirah's head fully, and she scrambled to pull the seam shut over her back, turning to a mirror to study as the strip of pale flesh vanished between the closing folds of blue. And then Nadriah was gone, replaced by her custom-made alter ego Nyx. The taller, more muscular girl cooed as she slipped two fingers into her womanhood, tickling her clit gently as her other hand massaged one nipple. With her magical disguises she had been unable to change too major details about herself, but now with this skinsuit she could be taller, curvier, alter her voice, anything! Nyx purred huskily, moaning at the sound of another woman's voice escaping from her lips. She couldn't contain herself anymore and rushed past the bed into her private bathroom to the side. Slipping into the shallow basin Nyx was soon propped against the marble edge of it and pleasuring herself violently, finding the release from Nadirah's constant need to be proper and elegant immensely satisfying. As the blue girl twitched and cried out in orgasm, two clouds of slightly luminescent gas poured into the bathroom unseen. They settled near the marble floor and simply hovered there as Nyx kept driving herself into an orgiastic frenzy. Screaming out again, Nyx's hot fluids mixed with the bathwater again, and the blue girl panted heavily. She wanted to wear this amazing suit in public immediately. She wanted to romance someone as Nyx, now that she didn't have to worry about a stray spell revealing her secret. She wanted to get laid by a han- She was aware of someone standing behind her. Spinning around in the bath, she readied a spell and tried to shake the rosy haze from her eyes. She blinked as she saw two naked human women with red hair standing on the floor a bit behind her, both of them trying not to giggle. "What in the name of the seven hells is this?" Nyx said with an angry growl. "You are the leader of the Shadowwalkers then, I assume?" Anil said with amusement. "Milady, we need to talk about a small problem." "How much did you see?" Nyx shrieked and launched herself out of the bath to roll behind a pillar. "Oh we saw enough!" said the younger human with a wide grin, giggling. Nyx was puzzled by the two, especially at how utterly shameless they were at being naked. She suddenly realized that she was acting like Nadirah, and with only slight reluctance stepped out behind the pillar to walk up to the two, her wide hips swaying and blue breasts bobbing pleasantly. The younger woman was still giggling while the older one stood there calmly with an expectant expression. "Milady, I apologize for us intruding on you this way," Anil said. "We knew that you would put off seeing us, and time is short. We need your help to find the person or persons who created that skin you're wearing." So they knew that as well, Nyx thought. Well it was no surprise. Who knew how long they had lurked around her chambers in mist form. "What concern is that to you?" the blue-skinned Shadowwalker snapped. "I don't take kindly to being lied to and having my home invaded, and now you question my choice of business contacts?" Anil sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was not the best position to begin a negotiation, she knew. "First off, my concern is that these skins - the bodysuits that change your form - are my creation. The one you wear, much like other samples that I and my daughter have found have been created by examining my own creations and crudely replicating them," she began. "Ah, business concerns," Nyx said thoughtfully. "Unfortunately I have need of these creations, and the people making them are under my protection. I will not allow you two to interfere in this matter." "That's not all," Anil said firmly. "The people who create these things are using them for the vilest possible deeds. In a town called Rosedale one of the conspirators murdered and replaced several nobles using the suits, and then created new skins from his victims. They also dealt with demons to facilitate their ends." Nyx froze and her eyes narrowed. "What proof have you?" she said warily. "I was there," Juna said, now completely calm and serious. "I saw the aftermath and talked with the one who managed to kill the villain. It is not a lie. You can contact your agents in Rosedale and have them investigate if you still don't believe me." "These people are not just breaking the law or infringing on my trade," Anil said. "They are murdering innocents and consorting with the powers of the lower planes. Is that really what you want your guild to be associated with? What happens when this goes too far, and forces everywhere move to root your Shadowwalkers out because of their association with these people?" Nyx rubbed her chin, studying the two humans. She turned to walk slowly at the edge of the bath, weighing all the possibilities and consequences. The women were probably not lying. If they had wished her harm they could simply have tried to attack her while she was unaware. And she had had reservations about the skin-making, reservations that had only been dispelled when she had been presented with the Nyx suit. She had been a fool, blinded by her own desires, and now there was danger to herself and her work because of it. "What do you suggest we do?" she finally asked, turning back to Anil and Juna. "If you launch an investigation openly then the conspirators may flee before we can capture them," Anil said. "But I assume you know who they are?" Nyx nodded. "Then the best course would be for us to go there, acting as interested customers and when we get within their base strike with the advantage of surprise." "And what makes you think you two can handle these people?" Nyx said doubtfully. "We're more than we appear to be," Juna said with a sweet smile, causing her mother to roll her eyes. Nyx considered, once more studying the two. She saw no reason that they would be lying about this, but she also felt an urge to keep an eye on them regardless. If it turned out the demon story was false (and she reminded herself to dispatch word to send a spy to Rosedale in the morning) and it turned out these humans were purely motivated by their own profit, then Nyx wanted to know about it. She had an idea, but it would be risky. Still, her whole life had been defined by taking risks. "I'm coming with you," said the blue-skinned girl plainly. The eyes of both humans widened in surprise. "What, but-" Juna began but was interrupted by Nyx waving her hand. "No arguments. We will make a trade. My information in return for me joining you on your hunt. If things are as you say then you have nothing to fear," she said firmly. "You cannot go as you are, milady. Both your identities would be too well known by the conspirators and their allies," Anil said thoughtfully. "You can certainly accompany us, as we have nothing to hide. But you will have to don one of my spare skins." Nyx considered this quietly for a few moments. She nodded. "Deal," she said. "Alright. Now let us talk..." Anil responded, as Nyx led them into her personal chambers. *** Dusk was setting in as the three riders stopped at the forested hill, dismounted and began to make camp. Anil began laying out the bedrolls and equipment while Juna scurried off to gather firewood to make a cooking fire. The third member of the group slipped off her horse and studied the quickly darkening sky, instinctively running a hand through her long blonde hair. She was tall and lithe, moving with the beauty and grace of a willow tree. Her pointed ears and pale blue eyes, coupled with very fair and smooth skin showed that she was an elf, and her elegant garments including a light suit of elven chain mail confirmed her heritage. She wore a long, gently curved sword at her side and a finely carven shield was slung from the saddle of her horse. "It looks safe. These forests should be free of monsters or bandits along the main road," said Ileena. "Good," said Anil as she tugged some dried meat out of her pack to be cooked at the fire, "but we'll still keep guard. I can go first, then you, then Juna." Ileena nodded slightly, walking over to prepare her own sleeping place. She was not entirely used to her body yet, as Ileena's elven form was much lighter than either Nyx or Nadirah's. The mistress of the Shadowwalker's had somewhat reluctantly accepted her new role as the mother and daughter's hired bodyguard, but ultimately agreed when Juna cheerfully suggested Nyx don a human female skin and become Anil's other daughter. So elven bodyguard it was. Peeking briefly into her silvery shield, Ileena had to admit it did have some advantages. They would reach Darkloch tomorrow, the place where Armund Grinn and his allies had their base. Grinn had been a Shadowwalker for some time, but had never been able to win Nadirah's trust due to his poorly hidden lust for power and extreme lack of scruples. Nonetheless, when he had approached Nadirah and demonstrated his new 'discovery' in the form of the skins, she had considered it a redemption of sorts for the man. But now it seemed that too was a facade for a greater plot, and Nadirah fully intended to nip it in the bud. She had sent Grinn a letter with her personal seal that Anil and Juna were coming to Darkloch to study his merchandise for a special Shadowwalker operation. This should hopefully be enough to get the three of them into the old building (now converted to alchemical workshop) where Grinn plied his trade. "Oh mother, I never thought we'd have this kind of adventure," Juna said cheerfully as she sat down to stir the pot of stew at the campfire. Ileena quirked a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Do you really have to stay in character all the time? There is absolutely nobody here but us," the elf said with a snappy tone. "What character, Ileena? There's only us here," said Juna with a meaningful undertone. "After all, we wouldn't want anybody passing by or watching to see something we don't want them too, hmm?" "My daughter is right, even though she is also enjoying things a bit too much," Anil said. "It is best to present seamless front, so to speak." Ileena nodded to the human woman and sat down at the campfire. She was not totally comfortable with travelling alone with these two to confront some of her own people while also in a disguise totally unlike herself. She quietly wished she had instead snuck off as Nyx and just confronted Grinn on her own, slaying him if needed. "Want some stew, Ileena?" Juna said, holding out a bowl. "Might as well. Thanks," said the elf, quietly feeling like she wanted to jump out of her own skin. *** Ileena sat at the edge of the camp, peeking out across the dark edge of the forest and the dirt road stretching below the small hill where they camped. She had to admit that the elven suit had a lot of advantages, purely from a physical standpoint. She didn't feel nearly as tired as she should, and her darkvision was much better. Still, sitting guard was not fun, and she sighed a bit, envying Anil who had already done her shift. "Ileena?" said Juna's voice. "It's not time for you to relieve me yet, girl," said the elf. "Go back to your bedroll." The human girl sidled up and sat down next to Ileena, close enough that the elf could feel the heat from Juna's body after sleeping in a warm blanket next to the fire. Juna had a pleasant fragrance about her despite never using any form of perfume, and Ileena once more wondered who was hidden beneath the redhead's youthful beauty. "I know. I came to keep you company. You know, I'm sorry I've been a pest. I've just been sort of caught up in the adventure. Being Juna is so much fun," she said with a bright smile. "I... understand," the other woman replied. "I don't really mind, it was just a bit of a whirlwind affair when you two barged into my life. I'm not used to that." Suddenly Juna's hand had slipped into Ileena's. The elf blinked at her, and then a warm, tender kiss landed on her lips, delivered by the cute redhead. Ileena blushed, against her own better judgment. "J-Juna, what...?" she stammered. "I like you. And I want you to trust me," Juna said, leaning in to kiss Ileena again. "I do trust you," the elf said. "Good," Juna responded, and began plucking at the knots holding her tunic together. Ileena didn't say anything now, just watching in quiet bemusement as the human girl stripped out of her clothes, slowly depositing each garment in a neat pile. Her perky youthful breasts were exposed to the cool air and her nipples stiffened quickly. Juna giggled and began moving her hands over Ileena's clothes as well, and suddenly the elf decided to throw caution to the wind. Her hands joined Juna's, and soon she was stripping out of her elven chain and clothes. The two kissed more passionately and their hands explored each other's bodies as they continued disrobing. Soon Ileena's pale, slender form and Juna's curvy one were fully revealed, and they embraced, their nipples rubbing together. "Does Anil know?" Ileena whispered, placing a kiss on the cheek of the redhead girl. "She doesn't care," Juna responded, her hand gently stroking the labial lips of the elf. "As long as we don't get ambushed by goblins." Ileena couldn't help but chuckle, and soon the two were joined at the ground, their bodies increasingly slick as they ground together on top of Ileena's cloak. Their lower lips rubbed together increasingly fast, soon causing warm nectar to flow from both women's sex. Their kissing became more and more passionate, and Juna leaned down to take one of Ileena's nipples between her teeth and give a playful bite. The elf moaned and yelped in passion, and soon responded by slipping two fingers into Juna's rear, playfully teasing the edge of her ass. The human girl was worked up even further by this, and soon she rotated so that her sex was at Ileena's mouth and her own mouth at the elf's tight slit. Juna's tongue darted in, lapping some of the warm nectar up as she went and giggling as Ileena bucked like a horse in heat. Soon the elf's tongue was deep in Juna's snatch and a surge of hot pleasure spread through the human girl. Their passionate coupling continued for what seemed like an eternity, both girls lapping and touching and stimulating faster and faster to try and get the other off. Juna's tongue touched and licked Ileena's clit, and the elf found herself almost losing control right then. Somehow she managed to return the favour, grunting as her stiff nipples poked into Juna's legs. Suddenly the feeling was just too much, and Ileena bucked as she orgasmed. Juna came a little after, her hot nectar pouring down into the elven girl's mouth and spilling onto her face, and their sweaty bodies ground together as they shared the moment of ecstasy. The moment couldn't last forever, however, and soon both girls felt the throes die down. Juna slowly crawled off of Ileena and turned around to curl up next to the elf on the soiled cloak, smiling and stroking Ileena's sweat- matted hair. "Do you trust me now?" Juna whispered. "A little better," Ileena admitted.